The man from the moon

comes home to the woman

he loves.

Here, close your eyes.

Some moonflowers.

A quiet melody to dance to.

Forgive me, darling,

my space boots are caked

with lunar dust.

She takes his hand,

and presses her head

on his chest.

He loses his breath,

and for a moment he forgets

the weight of gravity

once again.




Charmaine Louise Escalante lives in Angeles City. She blogs at focloir.tumblr.com.